YELLOW, mike wheeler. (DISCONTINUED)

nine, madmax.

y/n was alone, reading a book while waiting for her dad to come home. she hears his car approaching and she knew he was back. the door opens and in came his large footsteps.

"y/n, you got a new sister."

she furrows her brows at the sentence. she turns around to see—

"el?" y/n said softly.

-

y/n, eleven, and hopper had moved into a old cabin that hopper had used for storage. the cabin was somewhere far away so the bad men won't find eleven. they fixed the cabin into something they could call home. y/n and eleven were now sisters and even shared a bedroom. hopper set some rules for eleven.

1. always keep the curtains drawn

2. only open the door if you hear my or y/n's secret knock

3. don't ever go out alone, especially not in the daylight

while eleven had three rules, y/n only had one: never tell anyone about eleven's whereabouts.

it was now october and the party were going meet up at the arcade. each member were collecting money.

y/n's dad had fallen asleep, snoring loudly. as the tv played, y/n tipped toed next to him quietly, trying to not wake him up. she swiftly grabs his wallet and grabs a few coins. being distracted by her money heist, she didn't realize her dad was waking up.

"what are you doing?"

she freezes at her dad's voice.

"shit," she whispered to herself before slowly turning to him. "hi, daddy dearest, um, i need some money... to go to the arcade with the party?"

"you could've just asked me instead of taking my wallet," hopper grumbled. "just be careful, alright?"

"okay," she nodded before pocketing the money she grabbed and gave the wallet back.

after what happened in the past year, the two got closer.

"lucas, y/n, you copy? i've got four quarters. what's your haul?" dustin's voice came up on her walkie talkie.

she picks up her walkie talkie, "i got six quarters."

"take dustin's puny haul and multiply it by five," lucas boasted.

"how?" dustin asked, flabbergasted by the amount of money he had.

"while you were scrounging around like a homeless bum, i mowed old man hunphrey's lawn."

"old man humphrey's got that kinda cash?" y/n questioned.

"just call mike already," lucas said.

"you call mike," dustin argued.

"i have to go take a shower from doing real work, like a man. over and out."

"y/n, call mike."

"okay."

y/n sighs, changing the channel, "mike, do you copy? mike, do you copy?"

"yeah. yeah, i copy," mike answered.

"what the hell are you doing on this channel?" she asked him.

"nothing."

"well, lucas and dustin have six bucks total. what's your haul?"

"shit! i don't know yet."

"what do you mean you don't know yet?" she questioned.

"hold on. call will," he said.